Seeing Wang Xiaoqiang really wanted to buy the porcelain vase, not only was the street vendor surprised, Liu Juyi felt even more incredulous.
If spending three thousand yuan on clothes was acceptable to her, spending thirty thousand yuan on a broken vase was something she couldn't accept no matter what. She immediately pulled Wang Xiaoqiang's arm and said, "Little Qiang, what are you doing? What do you want this porcelain vase for?"
Wang Xiaoqiang said, "Can't I use it to nourish flowers?"
"What?" Liu Juyi's beautiful, large eyes rounded in shock, "You're going to plant flowers in it? Little Qiang, have you gone mad!?"
Just then, the old man with a sun hat stroked his white beard and smiled at Wang Xiaoqiang, "Young man, can I ask you a favor? How about you let me have this vase? It just so happens to be identical to the one I have at home... I've been wanting to make a pair. Please be kind enough to let me have it!"
